Post by Tigeress on Nov 14, 2007 17:01:05 GMT -5
Life had always been easy for the pink Corvistowne tigress; she had a creative mind from birth and liked to dissect things. Her parents were understanding and supportive about this, believing that one day she would become a great doctor or surgeon. With her crazy ideas being indulged, she became more and more brave, now bored with the concepts and methods used by those famous for their ideas; she began to conjure her own. She was convinced her ideas would make her name immortal, and she threw herself into her experiments.
She managed to maintain a strong bond with her parents, her mother especially; she had always been the inspiration. Sure, she wasn't very well known for her love of all things patchwork and enhanced, but she was quite brilliant in Besaba's mind. Her father didn't have much of a dedication of his own, but instead contributed his ideas to his wife's magical hands. None of them were high enough to enter the courts or be of any particular use, so they kept their genius to themselves. However, Illora was an 8 of Diamonds, just like her daughter, and began to wonder how it would feel to be noticed. An 8 wasn’t that far from a 10 or a Jack, surely she could work her way up. It wasn’t so much a desire to be famous but to give her a family a better life that drove her, and for this Besaba supported her decision.
Eventually she was granted an audience with the Queen; she’d worked her way up to a 10 of Diamonds and was ready to display her genius. Besaba remembered walking into the grand palace and feeling amazingly small and unimportant. However, the splendor was enchanting and it snagged her interest like a fly caught in a spider’s web. It had been hours of waiting outside in the beautiful gardens before her mother finally reappeared, looking dazed as if she had just woken from a dream. From the moment she smiled, Besaba knew she’d accomplished her goal. The years afterwards were full of excitement; she now had the funds to create her own laboratory, and the ever-present ambition to make improvements. She started off without much direction, trying to find a substitute for blood that would be more efficient and make the body stronger. After that mess she decided to assist her mother with her projects, as they were becoming larger and larger with all the interest she had generated from higher up ranks in both her court and others.
However, she was not the only Corvistowne female who was employed, the other had merely been on vacation when Illora had showed up, and the Queen had conveniently forgotten to mention her to Illora. The canine was not pleased to return and find herself replaced, and sought out the Queen to discuss the matter. Besaba had been walking past the Queen’s evening office when she heard the sounds… the sound of ripping flesh. It would not have been so frightening had she not known the sound of the voice which cried out in agony. Did the canine truly have the power to take on the Queen and win? Or was this an entirely unrelated attack? Besaba’s blood went cold as she began to run towards her mother’s main lab where she knew she’d be at such an early time of night (2am was early for Illora at this particular time).
Surely enough, her mother was working away quite feverishly, and Besaba’s interruption was greeted with a hurried and expectant stare. Her eyes wilted around the edges however when she saw her daughter’s panic-stricken state. “Besaba… what in-?” She didn’t even have time to finish the question before Besaba had sprung forward into her arms. “I heard… I heard it… the Queen… she’s dead.” Her breathing was irregular, large gasps of shock being taken in that should have calmed her, but only served to make her more frantic. Now, normally Illora was skeptic about anything and everything, but she’d never seen the pink feline so upset in her life. “I’ll go check it out.” She said slowly, carefully, as she inched out of her daughter’s arms and near the door. “NO, you can’t! It’s dangerous.” She whined between gasps, but it was no use, her mother was convinced she had to act on this most severe of warnings.
Her courage would be in vain, for the moment she opened the door, a javelin pierced her just below the heart, ripping and tearing as it was pulled out, the killer disappearing into the night, satisfied with the death they’d inflicted and not caring about any survivors who might have witnessed the whole thing. This was a small blessing, though Besaba’s screams would have alerted them back had they any care about killing her, too. Even as she held her mother’s dying body, still the screaming came, though the sobs created enough space between them for her to take a breath and not faint. “Mom, mom you’ve gotta hang on.” She started looking around frantically, there had to be something, someone… “DAD!!!! DAD! Somebody! DAD!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” Nobody could hear her, and nobody came. No sounds of rushing footsteps, nothing. She was completely and utterly alone.
She watched her mother’s blood come out in streams, from her stomach and her back, from her lips… there was so much blood, and all that torn flesh shining ruby red in the moonlight. It had been so easy; too easy… her flesh had parted like water, practically giving up her vital organs to the will of that spear. This shouldn’t happen, people shouldn’t die so easily! Why would they be given such fragile bodies? Such breakable bones, such penetrable flesh! No, no, this would never happen again, not to anyone, she’d make them better… They had to be better…
Her hands were shaking with the pressure and soaked with blood, pressing into the wound had done nothing and her mother’s body was growing cold, her final breath coming out in one long gurgling sigh. She didn’t remember what happened after that, but somehow she woke up miles from what wretched place, her things packed in a small case that lie beside her under the tree. She must have left her mother’s body, grabbed her things, and run. No memory of this filled her mind, even when she looked for it, but it must have happened. There was only one way to go from here, to complete the challenge she’d set out for herself, to accomplish all that she had mentally sworn when she looked down at the ruined body of her mother. She wound find a way to make a better body, then nobody would have to die like this ever again.
Now she just had to find a new laboratory, and some new ideas. She needed to come up with something soft and sustainable like meat, but tough and impenetrable like metal… this might take a while, but she’d come up with it eventually, she swore she would. With this in mind, she picked up her things and headed back on the trail. A small notebook was pulled from inside the worn case and she began to write…
She managed to maintain a strong bond with her parents, her mother especially; she had always been the inspiration. Sure, she wasn't very well known for her love of all things patchwork and enhanced, but she was quite brilliant in Besaba's mind. Her father didn't have much of a dedication of his own, but instead contributed his ideas to his wife's magical hands. None of them were high enough to enter the courts or be of any particular use, so they kept their genius to themselves. However, Illora was an 8 of Diamonds, just like her daughter, and began to wonder how it would feel to be noticed. An 8 wasn’t that far from a 10 or a Jack, surely she could work her way up. It wasn’t so much a desire to be famous but to give her a family a better life that drove her, and for this Besaba supported her decision.
Eventually she was granted an audience with the Queen; she’d worked her way up to a 10 of Diamonds and was ready to display her genius. Besaba remembered walking into the grand palace and feeling amazingly small and unimportant. However, the splendor was enchanting and it snagged her interest like a fly caught in a spider’s web. It had been hours of waiting outside in the beautiful gardens before her mother finally reappeared, looking dazed as if she had just woken from a dream. From the moment she smiled, Besaba knew she’d accomplished her goal. The years afterwards were full of excitement; she now had the funds to create her own laboratory, and the ever-present ambition to make improvements. She started off without much direction, trying to find a substitute for blood that would be more efficient and make the body stronger. After that mess she decided to assist her mother with her projects, as they were becoming larger and larger with all the interest she had generated from higher up ranks in both her court and others.
However, she was not the only Corvistowne female who was employed, the other had merely been on vacation when Illora had showed up, and the Queen had conveniently forgotten to mention her to Illora. The canine was not pleased to return and find herself replaced, and sought out the Queen to discuss the matter. Besaba had been walking past the Queen’s evening office when she heard the sounds… the sound of ripping flesh. It would not have been so frightening had she not known the sound of the voice which cried out in agony. Did the canine truly have the power to take on the Queen and win? Or was this an entirely unrelated attack? Besaba’s blood went cold as she began to run towards her mother’s main lab where she knew she’d be at such an early time of night (2am was early for Illora at this particular time).
Surely enough, her mother was working away quite feverishly, and Besaba’s interruption was greeted with a hurried and expectant stare. Her eyes wilted around the edges however when she saw her daughter’s panic-stricken state. “Besaba… what in-?” She didn’t even have time to finish the question before Besaba had sprung forward into her arms. “I heard… I heard it… the Queen… she’s dead.” Her breathing was irregular, large gasps of shock being taken in that should have calmed her, but only served to make her more frantic. Now, normally Illora was skeptic about anything and everything, but she’d never seen the pink feline so upset in her life. “I’ll go check it out.” She said slowly, carefully, as she inched out of her daughter’s arms and near the door. “NO, you can’t! It’s dangerous.” She whined between gasps, but it was no use, her mother was convinced she had to act on this most severe of warnings.
Her courage would be in vain, for the moment she opened the door, a javelin pierced her just below the heart, ripping and tearing as it was pulled out, the killer disappearing into the night, satisfied with the death they’d inflicted and not caring about any survivors who might have witnessed the whole thing. This was a small blessing, though Besaba’s screams would have alerted them back had they any care about killing her, too. Even as she held her mother’s dying body, still the screaming came, though the sobs created enough space between them for her to take a breath and not faint. “Mom, mom you’ve gotta hang on.” She started looking around frantically, there had to be something, someone… “DAD!!!! DAD! Somebody! DAD!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” Nobody could hear her, and nobody came. No sounds of rushing footsteps, nothing. She was completely and utterly alone.
She watched her mother’s blood come out in streams, from her stomach and her back, from her lips… there was so much blood, and all that torn flesh shining ruby red in the moonlight. It had been so easy; too easy… her flesh had parted like water, practically giving up her vital organs to the will of that spear. This shouldn’t happen, people shouldn’t die so easily! Why would they be given such fragile bodies? Such breakable bones, such penetrable flesh! No, no, this would never happen again, not to anyone, she’d make them better… They had to be better…
Her hands were shaking with the pressure and soaked with blood, pressing into the wound had done nothing and her mother’s body was growing cold, her final breath coming out in one long gurgling sigh. She didn’t remember what happened after that, but somehow she woke up miles from what wretched place, her things packed in a small case that lie beside her under the tree. She must have left her mother’s body, grabbed her things, and run. No memory of this filled her mind, even when she looked for it, but it must have happened. There was only one way to go from here, to complete the challenge she’d set out for herself, to accomplish all that she had mentally sworn when she looked down at the ruined body of her mother. She wound find a way to make a better body, then nobody would have to die like this ever again.
Now she just had to find a new laboratory, and some new ideas. She needed to come up with something soft and sustainable like meat, but tough and impenetrable like metal… this might take a while, but she’d come up with it eventually, she swore she would. With this in mind, she picked up her things and headed back on the trail. A small notebook was pulled from inside the worn case and she began to write…
